I have a habit of migrating outside first thing in the morning and I guess most times during the day, and I suppose the night as well. I am a magnet to open spaces given to me in my backyard, my tree sounds, my frog choir, even the bugs chattering are welcome as long as they stay off of me most of the time.
The past two mornings as I hangout out on the back patio with my dog and my first cup of coffee I have been visited by two different hummingbirds. I can’t even describe the wonder these little guys fill me with! I have an unfulfilled fantasy of being one of these bird whisperers. Maybe one of these little guys would let me hand feed them. Or maybe even perch on my shoulder for a microsecond. The absolute best would be for him to hover for twenty seconds just inches from my face, peer deeply into my soul, and make an intense spiritual connection in which he shares a soulful secret God only wants me to know. Yes, I kind of do think all hummingbirds are like Flit in Pocahontas. Yes, I do wish most of my life was a Disney movie.
I don’t always choose to live in a state of wonder. I feel like I need most things all figured out and planned out before I move. I put pressure on myself to know everything before it happens. That’s the definition of a strong woman, right? Of a great mom, right? Of a brilliant wife, right? To anticipate everyone’s needs and expectations. You are led to believe this will save time and effort but yet we rarely get it right the first time. What if in our relationships and lives we made room for more childlike wonder? What if we made space for anticipating wondrous surprises from the people and situations we come across? What would our lives look and feel like if we held on to looking for things that are beautifully unexpected?
Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. -Ray Bradbury